come from a line of down south negroes who made sorrow taste like mangoes one of a kind heroes that continue to show me where to go grandma was a planner grandfather was a gambler big mama was a handler grandaddy was a scammer she was a go getter he could be a killer when necessary against much opposition they decided to marry drowning out the cries of both sides why was it other people’s concern they were not the ones who had to learn a life they built together many riches they hoped to earn doll loved daddy daddy loved doll maybe they were supposed to be together after all
wrote this as I listened to Skip James song “Devil Got My Woman” (1968 version) on repeat.